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August 14, 2004
down by the river
Chapter 25 is done. 26 is started.
When I was in Spain, there was a whole mess of food that consisted of small fishes fried, grilled, pickled, or braised and then eaten, eyes, bones, tails, and all.
I had a grandfather who loved to eat sardines whole, and I would eat them with him. I remember the sharpness of the mustard, the peculiar texture and flavor of the bones, at once crunchy and chalky.
Every now and then I get a craving for the sardines. I don't think I've had them in twenty years, but sometimes I eat things just because he ate them, and it makes me feel like he's near again.
He died when I was 16. Second semester high school. It's been 12 years. It's hard to believe. He was such a big part of my life. The first storyteller. I know about World War II and the Youngstown Mafia because of him. I miss him so much. If I ever sell this book, it will be dedicated to him.
Most of this has to do with the meal my characters had tonight. My own meal was a delicious wild mushroom pizza from CPK with my friends Alisha and Dave. Alisha had never had CPK, which Dave and I had to remedy. I am all for trendy pizza. Especially when it's served with chocolate soufflé cake.
Okay. Bedtime. Keep safe, Florida friends.
Posted by sdshaver at August 14, 2004 02:35 AM